Novel & Cerita Orym X Dorian

Johnny said when he saw that all the girls were already with the men who had just arrived. I kept looking down, glancing from time to time at the faces of the armed guys, watching as they lit cigarettes and poured liquor from their bottles. “Do you want a drink?” Dorian told me. I turned to see him, meeting his eyes again, but this time closer. It is assumed that he was waiting for me to see him change like the previous time, but I only looked at a pair of black eyes, slightly slanted; His Asian ancestry was obvious, which made me even more nervous.

He, Conri, and Kaden were all ogling at the scene between the two mates—they'll be damned to interfere, but that doesn't mean they can't watch. “I know right? It seems like Dorian's also getting provoked” Kaden hushed too. “Daciana would you freaking listen to me!” Dorian gripped her shoulder tightly as he yelled. “Don't touch me…!” her growl was freaking intimidating and was capable of sending shivers down anyone's spine. Yet, Dorian wasn't fazed.

A mist begins to fall over Dorian and me. Dorian holds his breath, trying to move away from the mist, but it continues to fall over him. I try to avoid the mist, but there’s nowhere to go. His eyes begin to look around wildly. He starts sniffing the air. Then he stiffens and closes his eyes. It looks like he is trying to control himself. A strange scent begins to permeate through the air. My manacles fall to the floor. Suddenly, my vision begins to blur, and my chest begins to rise erratically. My body heat thrums, and my breasts begin to feel heavy as wetness collect in my panties. I shuffle my feet uncomfortably, which makes things worse. Dorian’s head snaps at the sound of my shuffling. H

Her presence steels my nerves. We reach the clearing. The cave yawns open like a hungry mouth, and the enemy waits. Rogues. Dozens. No masks. No mercy. They form a living barricade around the cave mouth like sentries of hell. And Dorian stands among them. He looks different. Taller. Pale. Something… inhuman. “You’re late,” he drawls. “Touch him and you die,” I bark to my warriors. “He’s mine.” Dorian raises the perfume vial and sprays it across his neck like it’s cologne, not corruption.

Dorian kissed my neck, whispering, “That’s why we make a good team. Both of us… We were made for this… Made to ruin you.” Damian grunted in agreement, pounding harder through the squelching sounds of my juices. Orgasms chained through one after the other, starting from the burning stretch of Damian’s cock, to that in my ass and Dorian flicking my throbbing clit. My body bowed, almost throwing Damian off me as I convulsed, milking them with my ass and pussy. For a brief moment, I blacked out. Only to come back with tears of pleasure on my cheeks. Pleasure so intense it hurt.

I felt nauseous but forced myself to search the bedrooms. Joshua's room was untouched. Everything was perfect except for the strange smell. The bed was neatly made, the floors seemed polished and there wasn't a single object out of place. I expected his room to be, well messier. The closer I came to Marks room, the stronger the smell got. I opened the door and saw a light trail of a mixture of purple and green liquid which forms the colour Boysenberry. The colour of Dolhq blood. Next to the bed lay Darcy with a cut on her forehead. The smell was so intense. I closed my eyes and hit the floor.

He inhales briefly, then gives a faint smile. That smile is dangerous. The kind Reeve once said meant his tongue was about to drip sweet poison. “Your herbal scent is seriously unpleasant, you know?” Dorian murmurs as he walks toward my small table. “Even the pheromones in the hall are more comfortable than this poor excuse for camouflage.” “I will ask again. What do you want, Dorian? I just defeated a Feral Beast, and I am tired,” I say with sarcasm, trying to mask the irregular pounding of my heart—the arrhythmia Dorian noticed from the start.

Her grip on Dorian’s arm loosened slightly, uncertainty flickering across her face. “Enough!” Dorian roared, his voice echoing through the hall like a clap of thunder. A growl rumbled low in his chest, his wolf clawing to the surface. He stepped protectively in front of Irwin, his hand reaching back to pull her close. “She is my mate, and that alone makes her worthy.” “Worthy?” Adolphus spat, his voice dripping with derision. “She’s a hybrid, Dorian. A weak link in the chain. If you want to lead this pack, you need a Luna who commands strength, respect, and fear. Not someone who—”

For them. They were coming through faster now. The lost. The murdered. The forgotten. Spirits with unfinished hunger. Some whispered. Some screamed. Some laughed as they rose. Allowed them to rise, to stand, to come back for what they wanted to come back to. To get what they wanted and what they deserved. But one was silent. Always silent. Dorian. Sienna’s father. The man that I believed, I loved. He had been dead for years. Not hidden. Not erased. Just gone, peacefully, stubbornly, still.

His senses on high alert as he hesitantly leaned over the doorframe to see a tall figure with black hair dancing around in the Kitchen with weird steps. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in the dressing of this supposed churail, she was dressed in a pair of plazo pants and a sweatshirt. She turned around and started screaming upon seeing him. At once he knew this was no churail, only person had a voice this horrible in tht family and that was Zoya. He doubted if her horrible voice had scared the actual jinns away or not. He rolled his eyes but when her screams turned into full blown curses, he took hurried steps to shut her mouth with his hand before she could wake everyone up.